Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

My best friends when I was young were always doctors. I used to dress up in a white gauze helmet and go round and see babies born and cadavers cut open. This fascinated me, but I could never bring myself to disciplining myself to the point where I could learn all the details that one has to learn to be a good doctor. This is the sort of opposition: somebody who deals directly with human experiences, is able to cure, to mend, to help, this sort of thing.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.